A vague sense of confusion presents itself when I favor the shallow perception.
I saw the freshly hatched sun today over Lake Michigan. It rises as an expression of hope.
Why is the sun hidden sometimes (like every night!)? I have the privilege of education so I get the earth spinning and revolving around the sun explanation… There might be more. This scientific understanding also says something about our consciousness. We are aware of the sun existing even when we don’t see it. Or are we? Apparently this is an ability we get at a pretty young age. There is a time when Mommy has left the room, and we understand that she is not gone forever, and we “see” that she has only left temporarily. And then there’s a time when someone dies, and even though they are not available to be seen like they used to be, they are still there in consciousness similar to the sun when we can’t see it.
The weather forecast called for hazy sunshine… I guess this is it. I seem to have awareness without clarity.
I understand that the sun is hidden when I can’t see it, but when it is gone from my direct experience it’s almost like I forget to believe in it. Sometimes it is just a lonely, dark night.
There is also a sense of mystery about things that exist outside what can be immediately seen, and sometimes the joy cannot be held back. This often happens when I practice a yoga posture—joy starts coming out! I don’t know from where, and what does it matter. I enjoy the joy! And I am thrilled by the rising sun.
* Article offered with gratitude from the archives of Yogic Muse *
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